One can immerse oneself in hum of unknown language like in a bath. There is a clue that something is said, there are signs potentially meaningful, but the story takes place in a level below, in the chthonic space of speech still taking shape.

A mixture of uncertainty what is spoken, and total freedom of saying anything, in any possible way. The liberty of notspeaking, different from quietude.

A visual question raises in connection, where is the border between a potentially meaningful sign, if its volume would be turned up, and that what remains as a painterly noise only? Must be somewhere, since one can immerse oneself in it like in unknown language.